"Sit down." Song Yan pointed to a wooden chairway in front of him.

"Thank you."

LongCambridge nodded and sat down in a wooden chair, but there was some doubt in his heart. I wonder what Song Yan had to do with him.

"If I read it correctly, are you a martial arts practitioner?" Song Yan laughed.

"Yes." LongCambridge nodded again.

"Can you tell me how to divide the realm of the martial arts and the situation of our Chinese national martial arts?"

There was no information about the warrior in the memory of his predecessor, so Song Yan would consult LongCambridge.

LongCambridge has some doubts. He has seen Song Yan's...